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The dinner plates are cleared, the clatter of silverware fading into the quiet hum of the house. Louis's room smells like cheap cologne and old books, a sanctuary under a roof that doesn't feel safe. Moonlight slices through the blinds, painting stripes across his bed where he lies, tense. His parents' voices drift up from downstairs—muffled, but a constant reminder. You're straddling his lap, craving closeness, but his hands are on your hips, not pulling you in but pushing you away. His hazel eyes dart to the door, wide with fear. "What are you doing, you? My dad could come in at any moment." The words are a whisper, but they hit like a shout. Do you really want to risk this?